Let me tell you a story. Many years ago I was seeing someone. This person was cheating on their long-time boyfriend, I was making a series of unwise decisions. Early 2012 was the most unwell I've ever been- my medications started grinding into each other, my mood shot
Let me tell you a story. I have become awash in the workshop. One writing course last term, three writing courses this term. Likely another three courses next term. At no point in university did I take a creative class. Thus while I have done creative projects, I have rarely
Let me tell you a story. Most current messaging apps have an incognito mode. Whether you know someone has read a message is up to user settings. You can't fully interpret the gap in time, whether a single second or a vast chasm of no known end. Perhaps
Let me tell you a story. My dad grew up a few miles interior of Miami, Florida. In October 1962, the month after he turned ten, some men showed up at the vacant lot caddy-corner from his family's house. They had a pup tent and a surface to
Let me tell you a story. In the immediate present, we're gotten more lenient about the term 'friend.' In say, 2010, friends would be people I did substantial activities with, long-distance or not. I spent a fair amount of time with them, usually hours continuously gaming
The cabinet maws open wide, craving my memories. I stuff all I have, the little that fit inside a 2006 Toyota Prius, into their demanding stomachs. They yearn for more, for me to acquire bullshit one thrift expedition at a time. The kitchen cabinets with their grey-streaked exteriors seem placid,
Let me tell you a story. We've all heart the story. Perhaps who said it is different. For me, it was Malcolm X who spoke about it. When I read Autobiography in high school, Malcolm says he always sits facing the entrance. If someone is coming for him,
Let me tell you a story. A recent conversation sits in my inbox. I check it several times a day to see if it's updated- the dull text made bold white to indicate a message from the other side. The most recent chunk is friendship that has skidded
Let me tell you a story. To have a mood disorder is to never finish a project. Curse having had ambitions at all. I have often had near infinite energy, but are tethered to the iron-ensconced timeline of learning. The need to revise, over and over, makes foreign languages and
Let me tell you a story. I've written about some core insecurities related to bipolar disorder. People can be deceitful. They can say they like something about your personality or appearance and not mean that. Yes, yes, we have all been chatted up before, maybe all of that
Let me tell you a story. This week I received two pieces of news. Both about people who walked into the dark and left no forwarding address. One wrote to me, explained their long absence and how they felt about the people they left in the lurch. They explained that
Let me tell you a story. In the 2013 essay collaboration Does Capitalism Have a Future (2013), Randall Collins writes about the many dead ends of developed economies as economic growth slows. Globally, manufacturing improves efficiency and requires radically fewer jobs. Countries like the United States, but also the Philippines